A Horror Story

Looking at the materials in the box and the two Sequence formulas in his hands, Sifa's first reaction was to sacrifice them to Mr. Fool.

But on second thought, they were only items for Sequence 8 and Sequence 7. That "Fool" probably would not think much of them.

Well, he would wait until he obtained something from the higher Sequences of the Seer Pathway before making a sacrifice.

As for how to handle these things, Sifa immediately had an idea. "Lucky you, Caven."

Hunters needed companions, and Caven was a Seer. Sifa hoped to develop him into a companion of his own, so these things could count as an investment.

He put away the materials and formulas, then disposed of Beylus's corpse. Only after confirming that he had left no traces did Sifa leave with peace of mind.

That evening.

He arrived at the Hunter Club and entered the hall, heading straight for the Seer. Caven was not reading cards for anyone tonight. He sat in a chair reading a book, while Lan Qi lay across his lap and let the Seer stroke his head, occasionally letting out contented cries.

"Guess what I brought you?" Sifa sat down.

Caven put down his book, looking bewildered. "What did you bring me, Duke?"

"Aren't you a Seer?" Sifa deliberately asked.

Caven shrugged and took out a coin. "Will what I hear next be good news?"

He tossed the coin, then covered it with his hand, leaving only himself able to see the result.

The Seer took a look, then smiled. "You brought good news."

"You guessed right."

Sifa took out the formula he had copied himself, containing only the Sequence 8 Clown potion formula. "Take a look. You might be interested."

Caven accepted it, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately